The Problem With Sheeple

One of these days, I’m gonna write about some fun shit. But the problem I find myself in so often, is that there are just so many things going wrong all the time that it’s hard to get a break from all the crap out there. And today’s topic is just one of them.

Natalie Portman, an allegedly long time vegetarian if you’ll believe the news… and that’s suspect at best – though that’s a topic for a different story – went vegan in 2009 apparently. Anyway, as many of you will know, she recently became pregnant and decided that she wanted to go back to being vegetarian. Here is Natalie in her own words.

“If you’re not eating eggs, then you can’t have cookies or cake from regular bakeries, which can become a problem when that’s all you want to eat,… I know that there are people who do stay vegan. But I think you have to just be careful, watch your iron levels and your B12 levels and supplement those if there are things you might be low in in your diet.” (source)

What the fuck… You go vegan after reading about the atrocities in Foer’s book Eating Animals and then concoct this nonsense that oh poor me, I can’t have cakes and cookies… For Pete’s sake, you don’t have a Whole Foods close by? I’m pretty sure they have vegan cookies. Or bake yourself a vegan cake with an easy vegan cake recipe.

And you’re using the lame excuse of iron. C’mon, go have a steak then… she’s making no sense about all of this. Milk and eggs are practically devoid of iron and contain very little B12. She’s barking up the wrong tree.

What pisses me off most, is that so many of these actors are just dilettantes. They think it’s “cool” or “groovy” or some other artsy fartsy thing to be vegan or vegetarian and then when their poor little selfish desires come out that they want to eat some eggs or have some ice cream for the “baby” then out goes their “groovy” vegan schtick. Homey don’t dig that sheeple.

As I’ve said, there is only one reason to go vegan and that’s for the animals for your ethics. Failing that and you’ll be like a blade of grass bending whichever way the wind of inconsistency blows. What boggles my mind is that she’s read the book and he goes into some detail about the cruelty inherent in bringing eggs, milk and meat to the plate.

My son is now a strapping young man and his mother was vegan during the pregnancy, so was my sister (and still is). These folks with wet spaghetti spines drive me nuts.

Lastly, there are real, sentient creatures dying painfully and being mistreated so folks can drink her milk pus and eat the chicken’s menstrual waste.